Here among flowers one flask of wine,
with no close friends, I pour it alone.
I lift cup to bright moon, beg its company,
then facing my shadow, we become three.
The moon has never known how to drink;
my shadow does nothing but follow me.
But with moon and shadow as companions a while,
this joy I find must catch spring while it’s here.
I sing, and the moon just lingers on;
I dance, and my shadow flails wildly.
When still sober we share friendship and pleasure,
then, utterly drunk, each goes his own way–
Let us join to roam beyond human cares
and plan to meet far in the river of stars.
So did you ever hear how Mark Twain was born shortly after Hailey’s Comet and predicted he would “go out with it”? Well when the comet came back around he died the very next day!